I am captured in the moment,
feeling the emotions of reality
charge my body.
I am captured in my own skin,
being oppressed by the world, forced
I am captured by the title of
felon, having to live with the stigma
and prove it wrong.
I am captured in prison,
treated like an animal and referred to
by a number.
I am captured in the state of Virginia,
where the government is more worried
about money than rehabilitation.
I am captured, and I am striving to
be set free of my afflictions.
Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.